The Life After Christmas
My christmas tree is dying
Its pines scramble for life
The hoover smiles
Like the cat that got the cream
The whole house lays in wait
Somehow a sense of denial is uniform code
We know they are used
To fuel our need to escape
Everything feels too positive
But life isn't like that
I know whats coming
Its the Life After Christmas...
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